Silenced Heart

Luke Hemmings loves the fame. The sound of the girls screaming his name and the flashing lights. His band members see this, so they make a bet. If he can last without the fame, he'll be paid. Luke goes back to school, and he meets a girl who flips his entire world upside down. When the bets over, he has one of the biggest decisions he'll ever have to make: leave her or hold on for as long as he can.


32. Chapter 32


I sat up in my bed when I heard a knock on my door. I rubbed my eyes with fists and squinted into the bright light of beaming through the window.

"Come in," I said, my voice rough at throat. Luke pushed the door open with a bright smile.

"My mom made breakfast if you'd like some." He took a seat at the foot of my bed. I did my best to smile back, but in the end, I looked like I had just gotten my wisdom teeth yanked out. He laughed. "Here," he coaxed me, "come downstairs. My dad and brothers are over, too." My stomach churned at the sound.

I pushed the suffocating covers from my hot and sweaty body. I followed him down the staircase and into the kitchen. Here I was met with four pairs of eyes, all of them focused on my body. I forced a shy smile and raised my hand to wave.

"Hi," I lowly spoke. Luke's mom embraced me tightly.

"So, you're the lucky girl whom my son's been talking of quite highly." She held me by my shoulders and smiled. "It's so nice to meet you." I nodded with a bright smile plastered onto my aching cheeks.

Luke's dad stood to shake my hand and then pull me into a hug. "Call me Andrew," he told me with a smile. Throughout the entire reunion at breakfast, my hands were clamming up. I felt cold and exposed in my long tee shirt (more embarrassing, it was Luke's) and my black athletic shorts.

Luke's brothers both introduced themselves and started to envelop me in conversation. I sat at the table, explain to them what my plans for college were. Luke was in the living room with his parents during mine, Ben, and Jack's conversation.

"I haven't set anything in stone," I explained, "but I was hoping to apply to the University of Chicago. It's been my dream since my mom told me about her experiences there." They intently watched every word leave my mouth, and I quickly started to feel my cheeks heat up with the talk of the future. Out of nowhere, I switched on them. "But, that's just what I'm planning to do. I don't have anything really planned out. For all I know, I could end up homeless."

I felt the sudden urge to scream, bash my head against the marble table in front of me, or ask kindly for Ben to stab me with the butter knife sat in front of him.

"I..." My voice was shaky. "I didn't mean that, it's just," I stuttered, "I get really uncomfortable about that stuff." I glided my wet hand down my thigh, hoping to relieve myself of the discomfort and sweat. Jack shook his head with a sincere expression.

Luke strolled back into the room with a grin on his face. He took the free seat next to me and placed his hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze.

Ben's eyes flickered from Luke's face back to my eyes. The silence was tearing at my nerves, and my hands started to drip with sweat. I coughed awkwardly.

"I'm going to shower," I said to them all. Luke stood up and followed me up the stairs and into the guest room.

"What was wrong?" he questioned. His innocent eyes made my heart tingle. I took a seat on the edge of the bed and inhaled a sharp breath.

"I sort of implied to your brothers that I had no life ambitions." Luke did his best to conceal a chuckle. "Conceal, don't feel, Luke." My comment made him laugh even harder. He plopped down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Hope, I'm pretty sure that they loved you," he assured me. He turned to face me, his nose almost touching mine with a sly smile on his lips. I swat at his shoulder, trying to irritate him after he did his best to tease my nerves.

"If you aren't going to kiss me," I started, locking my eyes on his mouth, "then please leave so I can shower." He nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Curse you, Hemmings," I muttered.



"What's your greatest fear?" he asked, chucking a piece of popcorn into my mouth. I pondered over the question for a minute. I thought about being sappy and responding with the cliché, 'Oh, totally losing you is my biggest fear.' But after I saw how intent he was on a defined answer, I settled on telling the truth.

I bit my lip and answered in a low voice, "I'm terrified of waking up and having no one there." His eyebrows fixed together and he pushed his lips together in a thin line.

"That's deep," he replied in a deep voice, popping a few more pieces of popcorn into his mouth. His chewing was the only sound in the room other than the dishwasher and our breathing.

Luke's parents had left to go to dinner with friends, and we had the house for the night.

"What's yours?" I took him aback for a minute until he realized that I was still on the topic of our questionnaire.

"I'm afraid of losing all that I have." He sat silently for a few seconds. "It's close to yours, but a little different." He went on to expand on his fear, "I just fear that one day I'll wake up and have lost all of the people I love, like the boys and our fans. I love what we get to do, and losing that and our family would be one of the worst things in the world." I nodded my head, comprehending his statement.

"I don't have that much to lose anymore," I said, my eyes focused on the hardwood floor of the kitchen.

"You have me," he whispered, grabbing my hand and giving it a sincere squeeze. I smiled, staring at our interlocked hands.

"I have you." I rested my head back on the pillow behind me a let out a breath.

Luke insisted that we watch a movie in his room after we finished our popcorn on the couch.

"I'm tired, Luke," I complained, letting out small chuckles as he drug me up the stairs and threw me onto his bed.

"Please?" He got down on his knees, hands folded at his heart. I rolled my eyes and let the most dramatic sigh that I could. "What movie do you wan to watch?" His dark blue walls made the room dimmer than the television light really was. I could make out just his figure walking over to the wall near his window where he had a stack of movies compiled on a shelf.

"Are they in alphabetical order?" I snickered? He nodded his head gently, letting out a whine.

"Leave me alone." I giggled again and sprawled myself out onto his bed. He had the bed pushed up against the wall, and his television directly across from it hanging on the opposite wall. He moved in front of the DVD player, sliding the disc into the mouth of it.

The screen turned blue before the title menu for Ferris Bueller's Day Off. I laughed at his choice, but I gave him a thumbs up anyway.

Almost a quarter of the way into the movie, Luke was asleep. I giggled as I pushed him off of me, but he fell back down on top of me. I poked his cheek four times before he snored and woke up.

"What?" he hastily asked.

"I don't know how to turn off your stuff," I explained. He nodded and stood up to turn off his very eccentric television system. He pressed ten buttons before the screen turned black. "I'm sorry," I apologized. He chuckled.

"To make up for it," he said while shuffling back under the blankets, his leg wrapping around mine, "let me cuddle you." My cheeks turned pink, but luckily for me the room was pitched black.

He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled my body closer to his. The feeling of warmth enveloped my body when he wrapped both of his arms around me.

"Goodnight," he said.

I didn't say anything else but mumble a soft and simple "Night."


Guys, I'm mad because my fancy black dots aren't working, ugh.

I'm soooo sorry that this is late, but you've got to give me creds for having it u on a Thursday. It's late, but it's Thursday. *winks*

I hope that you guys enjoy this rather short chapter, but I worked hard on it!

I will have another chapter up o some Thursday before Thanksgiving.




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